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Our Closing Chapter.

Updated on January 02, 2010

Our Closing Chapter.

 

_..._ _ __. ..._ . _ _ .

Thoughts dash and dot
the pages of my mind
like remorse code
when I think of you.
What impulses

caused you to leave,
slowing my pulses

to a dull roar.


Love is not a

foreign exchange program
here for a short

while to learn
all of the glories
and then a return
to from whence you came.


It is meant to be
lasting, everlasting.
Not lashing, ever lashing.


I lie beaten beneath

your cold attitude
exposed to the bitter truth
that lies under

your frozen smile.


The glue of our

ig is removed,
as storms of

doubt assail me.


My skin hurts

in your absence,
it is a vast empty

Arctic plain.
I miss your lashes

when they were
half closed in bliss.


My last moment spent
with your lashes
involved tears

suspended on
their curled loveliness,

as you back

pedaled away
from the perfect match
fearing you might

get burned.


Now I am

the perfect ash,
blown away by the
cruel winds

of loneliness,
with all of the particles
of what I held dear
scattered over

the soiled earth,
where I once walked in
splendor by your side.

-..._....-.---.----...--.-..-.-.-.

©-MFB III

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      Ralph Deeds 7 years ago from Birmingham, Michigan

      Nice poem. Beautiful picture.

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